NaLu Oneshots

The Magic Thief - A Story That Won't Be Posted

Summary: This is the first and only chapter of, "The Magic Thief," a Fanfic I don't think will be completed or posted as it's own. The actual summary of the story is written below.

Notes: Berlin, 1942

World War II is anything but new to the people of Germany. But some still struggle with the effects of the Great Depression. After Lucy Heartfilia's father was sent off to war, she had struggled with making ends meet. But resulting in stealing from markets and learning magic was never how she wanted to keep her home. Things only get worse when a Jew is found on her door step with an empty lighter and a broken pipe asking, "when will the stars align?"

Natsu Dragneel escaped his death, on more than one occasion, and live comfortably with strangers in a baker's attic. Even after the baker was killed in a bombing while visiting relatives in Hamburg. Remembering the words of a man he helped in his youth, he looks for a Berlin house with a light green roof and yellow shudders, knowing to ask about the alignment of the stars.

Neither know how to handle each other. Lucy can hardly stand having company in the house 24/7, Natsu can't stand her nagging and the fact that she's never around. But war has a way of changing things.

Rating: T (for language use)

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The lights seemed brighter that night. Yet, everything seemed. . . different that night. The crowd was bigger. The stage was hotter. The corset was tighter. Everything had an, "er," added to it. It was probably because of the bombing the other day, everyone was trying to look in a different direction. Lucy Heartfilia had barely payed any attention to the show and almost completely skipped changing back into her loose blouse and pants. Her friend, Juvia, had to remind her she was leaving the tent dressed in feathers and a sparkling, red corset.

Even the walk home seemed off. It was awfully warm for an October night. She picked up her pace as she noticed a man wearing the iconic red band around his arm march towards a small shop, being followed by five other men with similar bands. She did her best to avoid the men and walk home without causing any trouble. She was safe, but she didn't know if they would decide to threaten her in any way. She ran once she heard the cries of a Jewish baker and the glass windows smash. She didn't want to be apart of it.

She stopped a few feet away from her home, a man was standing outside her door. He was kicking the door and shouting Hebrew at the sky. "Entschuldigung? Excuse me? Is something wrong?" Lucy asked. She tried to get a good look at the man as she started walking again. The man didn't hear her. He banged on the door.

"Come on, old man! I need help!" He exclaimed.

"Can I help you?" Lucy asked once she reached her home. It wasn't until she could see his face she realized how unattractive her outfit was and how horrible she looked without her makeup on. The man was dressed in hand-me-downs and all of his hair and shoved up into a hat. The only thing that looked like it'd be worth anything also looked like it would be worth his life, a silver Star of David was hanging brilliantly from his neck. He looked her up and down, only noticing the empty glass bottle in her hand that held water earlier that evening. He didn't notice that her blouse was untucked or that a shoe was untied. But she was blonde and probably lived in this house, she must've been related to the man.

"When will the stars align?" He asked as he walked down the steps.

"What kind of a pickup line is that?" She asked.

"I don't know. It shouldn't be, I don't think. . . You got a cigarette?" Lucy ignored him and pushed him to the side. It was too late for any of this. It was past midnight and she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and that was hardly a meal. "Lady, please, I need help."

"Are you a Jew?" It was a stupid question. Why would he respond. 

"No. I'm a good, Christian woman. Yes, I'm Jewish!" He exclaimed. Oh, maybe he wasn't that bright. Lucy had opened her door and switched on the light. She turned around and faced him, trying her best to make sure we wouldn't be able to step inside. She told him he couldn't stay. As she listed off reasons the man looked into her house; it was obvious she couldn't take care of it. The sink was filled with dishes and the kitchen table was covered with clothes and books.

"Are you even listening to me?" She asked him. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her head was tilted off to the side, he knew she wasn't happy just by how she stood.

"Hm? Oh, no. I was thinking about how much of a mess your house is," he said. The tone made it sound like he was trying to compliment her, but Lucy wasn't having it. She slammed the door and locked it shut. She walked up the stairs to her room as she listened to the loud knocking from outside her door.

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There he was, sitting at her kitchen table the next morning, chewing on a piece of meat he found.

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Author's Note: If anyone has noticed, I'm going on hiatus. For information on why, I have a message posted on my profile.

This could be a great story, but I can't bring myself to finish or continue it.

Until I write again,

~ Lucy